Page 27 of The Phyre that Burns
“There’s so much I could say in response, but I don’t want to disrespect my mother or make your brother feel like he has to come to your defense. I suggest you shut the fuck up talking to me, though, because I only have so much restraint. Excuse my language, Ma.”
“Please, let’s not start that. We are celebrating the upcoming birth of my first grandbaby,” Ma said.
“Mama Clem, did you know you could’ve been a grandmother years ago? Unfortunately, abortion was the chosen option.”
My mother and sister gasped while Kevin glared angrily at his sister.
“Oh my God. Is that true, Phyre? Why would you make Kavia abort your child?”
“If you aborted a baby, it was because you had no idea who the father was. I never entered you unprotected, so the likelihood of any baby you were carrying being mine was slim to none. Go tell that shit to somebody else’s mama. Phee, make your first prenatal appointment as soon as possible. I’m out.”
“Who said I was talking about me?” Kavia asked with a smug expression as I stood.
“What did you say?” I questioned, annoyed as hell that I was forced to engage with her.
“Nothing. Have a great night, Phyre,” she responded with a smirk.
I had to remove myself from Kavia’s presence before I did something I wouldn’t regret. I was still baffled as to why she invited herself over, because she knew I hated being in her presence. I wouldn’t waste my time trying to figure out her motive.
I survivedmy first week and was looking forward to two days when I didn’t have to avoid Phyre. The amount of effort it took to make sure we were never alone, or that he didn’t catch me staring, or that I didn’t laugh at one of his jokes, and a host of other things, was exhausting. I didn’t have any plans for the weekend aside from hitting up a few stores to get groceries and essentials.
As soon as I arrived home, I stripped out of my scrubs, crawled into bed, and slept for a little over two hours. When I woke up, I found some cleaning products at the bottom of the pantry. After cleaning the tub, I filled it with water as hot as I could stand and added some shower gel to create bubbles.
I was glad I’d packed two of my favorite scented candles from home. Once they were lit, I turned on my Bluetooth speaker, gathered everything else I needed, including my vibrator, and submerged myself in my little piece of heaven.
“God, this feels amazing,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
For the past week, whenever I closed my eyes, Phyre would appear. Since Monday night, I’d dreamed of him and the life we could’ve had if he hadn’t been a lying and conniving asshole. I woke up horny and pissed off because out of all the men I’d had sex with, he was by far the best.
No other man had ever made love to me like Phyre, and I couldn’t express how much I missed his touch. As my body relaxed, I began to reminisce, imagining his hands caressing my breasts and slowly moving down to my honeypot. I opened my legs and gently massaged my clit with one hand while using the other to tickle my nipple.
“Mmm, shit.”
I grabbed my vibrator from the ledge of the tub, turned it on, and slid it into my pussy.
“Oh, God.”
I let my head fall back as I flicked my thumb over my nipple. I was so sex deprived that if the right man blew on me, I’d cum. This vibrator came in handy when I needed a release, but I refused to become heavily dependent on it. A long, thick dick would always be my preference, but I also enjoyed the intimacy of being with a man, and that was something this vibrator couldn’t provide.
My pussy began to contract, and I lifted my breast to my mouth, swirling my tongue around my nipple. I pressed the button on the vibrator twice to increase the intensity, and it sent me over the edge. My body stiffened as I released a week’s worth of tension through my orgasm, . . . and it felt amazing.
“Whew, shit! Damn.”
I breathed heavily as I came down from my high. Eventually, I’d gathered enough energy to remove the vibrator from my sacred place and return it to the ledge of the bathtub. I’d honestly planned to stay in the bath longer, but that orgasm made me hungry.
After emptying the water from the tub, I went to the shower and spent the next twenty minutes washing my hair and body. When I finished drying off, I put my wet hair in a bun on the top of my head, lathered my body with my favorite body butter, wrapped myself in my plush robe, and scrolled through my food apps to figure out what I would have for dinner.
I decided on Korean barbecue, and after placing my order, I went to the living room to wait. Once I was comfy on the couch, I turned on the television and went to my favorite streaming app to find something to binge-watch. After choosingLiving Single, I locked in on season one until the buzzer startled me about thirty minutes later. I confirmed it was my food on the monitor before pressing the button, allowing her to enter.
“Here you go, ma’am,” the young lady said when she reached my door.
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Oh, this is for you too.”
She reached into her pocket, pulled out an envelope, and gave it to me, although I was hesitant to take it at first.
“What’s this?”
